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Cover Reveal + Excerpt + Giveaway: Follow Me Back
By A.L. Jackson

Cover Reveal + Excerpt + Giveaway: Follow Me Back

Feast your eyes on the sexy cover of A.L. Jackson’s upcoming romance—FOLLOW ME BACK! This is the next standalone romance in the Fight For Me series.

A.L. Jackson’s books are the perfect mix of emotional love story and sexiness, and so I can’t wait to get my hands on this one too. While FOLLOW ME BACK isn’t out until February 5th, you can read an exclusive excerpt below. Plus, scroll to the end to enter to win a signed copy of SHOW ME THE WAY (which I loved!) and one of my favorite eye shadow palettes!

  • Synopsis

    The next seductive, unforgettable stand-alone romance in the FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .

    Kale Bryant. Arrogant. Gorgeous. Commanding.

    This ER doctor is married to his job. His only vice is one-night stands and short-lived flings. He learned a long time ago loving someone isn’t worth the risk.

    Harley Hope Masterson. Beautiful. Brave. Sweet.

    The owner of a small coffee shop knows what it’s like to struggle. Embroiled in a bitter divorce, she’s threatened with losing everything.

    When Kale accepts a new position down the street from Hope’s shop, he begins to question every wall he’s built around his heart.

    He wants her in a way he hasn’t wanted anyone.

    One touch is fire.

    One kiss, and he’s spinning out of control.

    But taking her won’t come without consequences.

    Hope is in for the fight of her life. One neither of them saw coming.

    Now Kale must decide if loving her is worth risking it all.

    She will fight with everything she has.

    But sometimes even hope needs a hero . . .

  • Excerpt

    “I really am sorry I’m late,” she said again.

    I kept her fingertips threaded with mine, unwilling to give up the connection, having the urge to tell her to trust me. That whatever the was going on, she could trust me.

    But I didn’t know how to make that promise, so I tucked it all down and focused on the kind of night I had promised her.

    One that was only about her. Making her feel good.

    “It’s fine.” I arched a brow. “Though, I thought I was going to have to track you down because you were going to bail on me. I don’t think my fragile ego could take it.”

    A bit of that fire lit on her face.


    I liked that, too.

    The feisty redhead ready to spar.

    “You were going to track me down, huh? Tell me you aren’t really stalking me.” Her voice had dropped an octave, dripping with excitement and nervousness, the words a low, throaty tease.

    “Is it working?”

    She chewed at her bottom lip, and it took about all I had not to reach out and brush back the lock of hair that swooped across her forehead, obscuring one of her eyes. “I’m here, aren’t I? Against my better judgment.”

    “Why’s that?” I played if off as unimportant. Like I wasn’t wanting to dig deeper into her. To discover all those things I couldn’t get off my mind.

    The low laughter that rolled from her was completely at her expense. “I already told you my life is complicated . . . hence my being late.”

    “Are you going to tell me about that?”

    For a flash, her gaze went to the far side of the street, her profile soft beneath the glow of the strands of lights strung up overhead. Face innocent while her body looked like nothing but sin wrapped in this slinky black dress.

    She was a walking contradiction.

    The perfect kind of fantasy.

    Sexy and soft.

    Hot and sweet.

    She looked back at me with a silent plea riding her expression. “Do you remember what you asked me? You asked me for one night. And this night is for me.”

    She swallowed and averted her gaze again like she was gathering her thoughts and then set the power of those green eyes back on me. “So, no, I’m not. I just . . . want to enjoy myself and not think about anything else except for the fact I’m out with a man. A man I can’t help but want to spend more time with. That, for one night, I get to experience it. Can we do that?”

    Unable to stop myself, I reached out and ran the pad of my thumb across her chin, right over the cute little dimple I kind of wanted to lick.

    She shivered at my touch.

    “Yeah, Shortcake, we can definitely do that.” A smirk kicked up at the corner of my mouth. “You want a good time? Then I promise to show you a good time.”

    There was almost a warning behind it. The caution that my body was already way ahead of us.

    She must have seen every single salacious thought play out in my eyes. Because she chuckled and flattened a hand on my chest. “Oh, back it up, Cowboy. We aren’t gonna be having that good of a time.”

    Grabbing that hand, I kissed across her knuckles. “Are you sure about that? And cowboy?” My brow arched. “Come on now, do I look like a cowboy to you?”

    She laughed a little deeper, her expression going light, sparking with the freedom of the moment. “Mm-hmm . . . I am most definitely certain of that.”

    Her tongue darted out to lick across those glossy lips, the girl cocking her head with a type of mischief I hadn’t recognized in her before.

    “Such a bad boy. I knew it back at the bar, the trouble written all over you. And don’t you know all boys from Alabama are cowboys at heart? You can dress yourself up like a city boy, but it doesn’t change a thing.”

    A chuckle rippled free. “Actually, I was thinking more like knight in shining armor . . . you know, since I am rescuing you tonight.”

    “Thinking awfully highly of yourself, are you?”

    I guided her into the restaurant ahead of me, mouth dipping down to brush across the shell of her ear as she walked through the door. “Hell, yeah. As long as that means I get to make you my princess.”

    She glanced at me from over her shoulder as we stepped into the restaurant. “My hero.”

    She delivered it with a tone of flirtatious sarcasm.

    Having no clue that statement sliced through me.

    A double-edged sword.

    Did my best not to reveal the cringe that jolted through me and told myself I wasn’t going there tonight.

    Because if this was the only one we had, I was going to make it count.

  • Series Reading Order

  • Giveaway

    Enter to win a signed copy of SHOW ME THE WAY (also part of the Fight For Me series) plus one of my absolute favorite palettes—the Huda Beauty Obsessions palette in Warm Brown.

    To enter the giveaway:

    • Add FOLLOW ME BACK to your Goodreads TBR here
    • SHARE this post on social media, using the share buttons below, and come back and comment on this post with the link to your share

    Winner will be contacted through comments/social media. U.S. only, ends Monday 1/8 at midnight.

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  1. A.L. Jackson said:

    Thank you so much, Vilma! I hope everyone enjoyed the excerpt!


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